âsomething else,â he says, thinking back to their summers spent together. he hadnât really known scout before his mom was sick, in fact he thinks thats why they started taking summer vacations in the first place. to make his mom comfortable, give her a different kind of environment to try and heal in- obviously, it hadnât worked. at least when he was upset about his mom it was tangible, there was a reason behind it. the hollowness heâd felt then, and now, seemed to come randomly and with no reason. âit started when i was in middle school. my mom- she had it, too, but she was medicated. i never really⊠saw her get like this. or if she did, i guess i donât remember,â he sniffles lightly, âi donât know if its gotten worse, but the thoughts have. iâve made more mistakes, i have more to feel bad about i guess. and i⊠used to self-medicate a lot. when i was with city especially. i think that might have fried my brain a little.âÂ
her parentâs dinner parties and events had always bordered on intolerable, especially on the rare occasion that nic wasnât there. one of her first memories of ezra was from one of those nights but itâs his mom that she remembers clearly. how kind she was, how her smile brightened up the room even though she was evidently getting sicker. her absence eventually filled the greeneâs summer house and scout felt it when she peeked through the doors, food that her mom had sent her over with planted firmly in her hands. she takes his hand, squeezing gently as she listens intently. â iâm sorry. i should have said or done something. â she wants to ask what kind of thoughts run through his mind but she doesnât want to overwhelm him. â do you still ... self-medicate? â